Izzit time for Great Big Loudspeakers plus the complete Coleman Hawkins?
Here we have the dulcet tones of three girls practicing the mandolin the melodium and the fiddle in the garden
The same two bars
Sympathy for Gus as at least the weaines stop
eek! and also Good Grief!
Do their parents pass as normal in other respects?
My child aged nine wanted to learn the violin. We gritted our teeth and said “OK”. She never made a horrible noise on it at all, that we heard, and we went around for some time looking like stunned haddocks.
These wee girls all have music lessons both in school and privately
So not a horrible noise
I think it good that the younger pupils are doing a concert for the ones going to big school next year
If it’s ever allowed
At least they are practising.
One of the reasons I gave up teaching was the regular complaints from parents who failed to comprehend the difference between teaching and learning. As I used tell them: if you expect me to teach them, it won’t work; if they want to learn, I can help, but they have to do the learning. Oh, and I’m in three days a week, so I can see the dust gathering on the instrument cases that haven’t moved from one lesson to the next, so maybe there might be areason your little darling hasn’t moved on from what they were supposed to have done last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, and the week before that…
Good - they’re doing it right! I used get students to break down whatever they were learning into easily manageable chunks and concentrate on just one per day. So if a tune was sixteen bars long, they’d spend day one on bars 1-4, day 2 on bars 5-8, day 3, put all that together, then 9-12 and so on for the week. That way, it only took a few minutes a day (so not too much “noise” for unsupportive parents* to whinge about) and it was learned properly.
*I just managed to restrain myself from pointing out that simply paying a babysitter would be cheaper
Lovely rain has just moved in here.
Rain here
Just a shower
And no lightning
Bbq lit and onions and mushrooms happily cooking
Steaks will join them as will chips in beef dripping
Guess who was given a brand new memory-foam cushion, today:
Guess who went off it, shortly afterwards
Ungrateful Wretch, we’re told.
Soo xx
Probably because it’s hers, Soo
BiL’s cat had a Noo bed which was never used
It will be a portion of crispy duck here, as I ought to eat summat warm
Carinthia.xx
Somewhere Over The bleeding Rainbow, variations on and noodlings with, has stopped. Succeeded by ditto for The blasted Girl from Ipa-sodding-nema.
I am not terribly keen on either at the best of times, which this is not.
I need a drink.
Gawds, and now it’s All The Things You Are.
Make that a treble, please. At least.
It’s probably too hot for her at this time of year - memory foam can feel very warm when you’ve been lying on it for a while. I expect she’ll love it in winter.
Three bottles of Koskenkorva, coming up.
Just what I was thinking, TFM
…and just what I was hoping for, Hedgers. Although, to be fair, he has finally ceased. Desisted? Nah, doubt it.
Yes - we too! But Edinburgh has been a bit less steamy. Apparently. Anyhoo.
Good nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Stunning, Joe
Gin, Soo
Carinthia.xx
Saxophones? Noooooo.
Excellent skies!
An musician mate of mine always talks about sexy phones and the fun they are to play
Said mate sings first tenor and has only failed to master playing the bones in decades of Being presented with musical instruments
It’s not the fun to play part that’s in question. I mean, it’s fun to drive a loud vroomy car through residential streets in the middle of the night, but…